She dwelled on thoughts looking at her love as
It was lacerated upon the walls, her wrists burdened
shackled with the wire of belief but now they bleed.

She was in need of extraction as this feeling hemorrhaging
Under her skin, tainted regrets blood turning from
Red to onyx crimson clogging her thoughts inside out.

A scalpel of truth buried in her chest, a glancing blow
On her throat cutting out words of maybes and I don't
Knows now silenced beyond reproach.

She was unresponsive, her insides were open but being
Sutured with untrusting sentiment. she had bled out, she
Felt cold inside. He had killed her, her love had now died.